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Me: Yea yea, I said I was going to update my other stories… but I didn't want to lose this idea either!!

Disclaimer: I do not own TDI or TDA.

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"DUNNNNCAN!!!!" screamed a parole officer from a distance. Footsteps were luring farther in the distance. The office took out his flashlight and rapidly shined it everywhere. No sight of anyone.

The alarms went off and the guard dogs barked as a criminal have escaped the juvie hall center. That criminal was name Duncan. Duncan was an average teenage punk rocker boy. He has a green Mohawk, several piercings, tattoos, dog collars, and more. He wore his casual black skull tee over a long sleeve white short with blue slightly sagged shorts.

Backup came up to the officer asking which direction he has gone. The officer shrugged while the others took out there flashlights running towards the dark alley. Duncan was sprinting across the lonely streets with a duffle bag around his arm.

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(Duncan's POV)

Breaking out. Check.

Escaping the officers. No.

I'm still running for my dear life waiting to hear the sirens finally come on, signaling it's my time to hide from the paparazzi of cops. I let out a deep sigh and ran my fingers down my green Mohawk. Things could not get worse.

The sirens went on.

Bingo, it did get worst. I gasped and threw my duffle bag over a fence to the backyard of someone's house. I hopped the fence and grabbed my bag. I'd like to call this little stunt, fence hopping. You see, when the cops are around the corner, just hop a fence. Easy as pie. That way you can cut through a whole block.

I threw my bag over another fence, easily getting my way through the yards. I heard screeching through the neighborhoods. There close behind.

The flickering of red and blue lights were surrounding the night sky, making my heart rate go up. I quickly threw my duffle bag over the fence once more giving me at least 4 more houses to hop over. There would be no time. Think Duncan, think…… a hah!

I smirked to myself and threw my duffle bag and me over to the backyard that was the best. Why the best? Cause there's flowers, trees, fruit, oh did I mention a pond? Yeah, that's right. The pond is what I'm aimin' for. I threw my bag inside the pond making it make a splash sound, and I went in as well. I took a near bamboo shoot and placed it in my mouth, making me able to breathe. Taking my last breathe, I sat down in the pond, waiting to hear the sirens turn off.

(25 minutes later)

No sound of the sirens here or there. Looks like bad man Duncan escaped once again!

Ding – dong

I heard as I lifted my head up and removed the bamboo thing out of my mouth. That thing sure was helpful, but it was really nasty tasting…. Erg.

"Excuse me ma'm, have you seen this boy?" asked an officer talking to the old lady who lived at this crummy place.

"Huh? Boy? Why aren't you a good looking boy scout!" exclaimed the old hag. I chuckled a moment or too since it seems that the old hag had bad eye sight.

"Err herm. Ma'm I can assure you that I am a police officer and we are trying to track down this boy." Said the officer.

"Well you ain't doing a good job at it are you?" asked the old hag.

"pffft." I said to myself smirking once more.

"May we take a look around?" asked the officer again.

"Why sure sonny."

(No one's POV)

The 4 officers stepped inside the senior's house, inspecting it with there flashlights.

"I'll check the back." Pointed out one of them as he began opening the back door.

Duncan heard it coming. He knew he had to hide or run. But there was no use on running now. He took the bamboo shoot and placed the nasty thing in his mouth once more, slowly crawling back down into the water.

The light reflected off the boundaries of the fences surrounding the garden.

No sudden movement… thought Duncan, as he kept breathing in.

The flashlight flickered to a Rhododendron bush, then to the many colors of the rose bush. Slowly making its way to the pond, were Duncan wasn't visible.

Duncan shut his eyes making the water moss make its way into his head. He suddenly felt a slimy feeling tickle down his cheek and near his hands. He opened his eyes and saw the 3 koi fish brushing itself against his skin.

He wanted to scream. He wanted to burst out laughing. But now way he could, the officers would find his hiding spot and cuff him up just like that.

The light flickered off, signaling to Duncan that they gave up on this house.

His eyes calmed down and he relaxed his stiffen body still underwater. He got up and stretched. When he saw a bright light right on him.

"THERE HE IS." Yelled the cop as the others ran toward him with cuffs in there hands and there flashlights.

Duncan yelled and silently sweared to himself as he took his soaked duffle bag and started to make a run for it.

But it was too late.

The 4 cops cuffed him down and patted his clothing, incase he was holding a weapon. Which he was.

"Check his back pockets." Commanded the officer.

"Woah man, easy, don't you think that's a little too strange?" asked Duncan playfully as he was still forced to the ground.

One of the officers checked his pockets, "What's this…" said one of them. He took out a red pocket knife in his hand from Duncan's pants.

"Just a pocket knife, you know, camping." Lied Duncan slyly still grinning his cocky smirk.

"Nice try, I'd like to hear you say that in court." Announced one of men smirking back as Duncan's smirk faded into a casual frown.

They pushed Duncan into the police car and headed over to jail, where they will make a call to the court house.

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(1 day later, Courtney's POV)

"Courtney. Can you please come down here?" asked my mother from a far.

I yawned and stretched my arms. Brushing my bed head and dressing up into my casual gray vest over a white formal tee with my olive green capris.

"Yes…?' I asked not wanting to be here this early.

You see, my mother would never call me down for something that's good news. It would always be very bad news… like one time; my mother told me that my father and her were getting divorced. Which they are now… and like that one time when my mother ran over my cat… But that's a whole other story.

I went down the stairs carefully and slowly not wanting to approach the bad news too quickly. Once I finally got there I saw my mother sitting on the living room sofa with her hand locked onto her boyfriend's hand.

"Oh, hi err…. John." I greeted as he nodded and my mother smiled.

"I have great news Courtney dear." Announced my mother smiling widely now.

I leaned against the staircase handles waiting for the horrible news…

I raised an eyebrow.

"John and I… are getting married!" she exclaimed as she hugged John.

My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. Time felt like it stopped.

Seriously?! MARRIED?!?!?! John?! My step-father?!?!? Okay… it's not like I don't like John, it's just that, he's head chief of the military for crying out loud! I loved my real father; he was actually sophisticated and was actually a person I can socialize with! I mean, have you ever socialized and make a brief conversation with a military officer? I don't think so. My dad was a judge; he works at the local court house. Much more sophisticated then a military father! Much more. I mean, he always wears his Head Chief uniform with the buttons and sashes and that goofy hat! When my father wears a proper suit. Like I said, it's not that I don't like him; it's just that he doesn't look like a person who would support my mother.

"Uh-uhm… married?" I asked, sweeping away my weird facial expression into more of a calm and happy one which is a 100% lie.

"Yeah! I knew you'd be happy honey!" my mom said as she stood up and hugged me. John stood up too.

"I'm glad you came to an agreement Courtney." Said John with a smug facial expression. I was ready for a hug, but he just took out his hand, ready for a handshake.

Please, what kind of father would not hug his own newly daughter? I'm guessing he never had kids. Mm-mm.

I smiled a fake smile and took his hand and kindly shook it.

"So since you guys are getting… err… married." I started still smiling. "How may I address you?"

John hesitates and spoke. "You can address me as Chief."

I stared at him blankly. "Okay… Jo--- Chief."

I smiled at my mom and she gave a warm smile back. I then walked to the fridge where they wouldn't hear me.

"Breathe in Courtney, you're tough, be strong! You won't let a teeny tiny thing break you apart!" I convinced myself. I whimpered a bit. I opened the refrigerator, and screamed really loud inside of it. Closing the door behind. I walked away to my bedroom.

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(Courtney's Mom's POV)

I smiled at my daughter then I looked at John.

"So." I said.

"I need to talk to you Mary. About Courtney." Said John. I nodded in agreement.

"Well?" I asked in confusion.

"Courtney, she's highly smart right?" asked John.

"Of course, our daughter is always a high standard well taught young lady." I exclaimed.

"And her school, her grades?" asked John again.

I thought. What is he getting to?

"Her grade point average is always a 4.0, her school teaches her much although she knows the basics and high standards already." I explained as John nodded.

"Well, I was thinking…" John started.

"Yes?" I asked.

"She should take advance classes."

"Oh, what an excellent idea honey!"

"In a new school."

"Oh…. Well anything to keep my baby girl well taught and full of education. What school shall we enroll her in? We need to save up enough money for the enrollment. How bout NewBridge High? Or maybe…"

"Wawanakwa Military School for Young Adults." John said.

"Wa-wa-wana-who?" I asked dumbfounded. I never heard of such a school.

"Wawanakwa Military School for Young Adults. There they have strict teachers who will teach our Courtney ever lesson she needs. She would be ready to go to college in no time. She might even get a scholarship for being in that school." Explained John

"That sounds expensive. Much more then I would bargain for. But a scholarship? We would do fine with that." I said properly.

"No need to worry Mary. Remember I told you, I am Head Chief of that school, followed by my vice principal. Courtney would be enrolled for free on my orders." Explained John again. I felt like so giddy inside. My daughter, going to a highly proper school for free!

"Oh john!" I exclaimed as I threw my arms around his neck and started kissing him.

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(Courtney's POV, the next day.)

My mom told me that she had other good news. Which meant bad news again. Sigh, if only my week can get worse… I entered the kitchen to see my mother eating a plate of salad next to my…. Step father. Or would I have to say. Chief…

"Honey I have great news!" she said as she took a bite out of a carrot stick, I poured a glass of OJ for myself.

Great news equals horrible news. Newsflash!

"Yes mother?" I said ever so kindly taking a sip out of my orange juice.

"You're going to your father's school!" she exclaimed smiling happily.

I spittaked my orange juice.

"WHAT?!" I screamed which startled John and my mother.

There was no response after that, just overjoyed smiles from my mother and that stupid dull expression from Chief.

"Boot Camp?!" I asked, shocked literally, I don't care if it offended Chief, cause, he's not actually my father! I mean, what kind of a father would make her daughter call him Chief?!

"Don't think of it like that honey, think of it as… military school?" explained my mother.

"Military?!" I said astonished clasping my hands over my agape mouth.

"School." Said Chief.

"W-why?" I asked scared.

"Courtney dear, you're very and truly smart, me and your father thinks it's best for you to go to this school." Explained my mother.

"I don't want to join the navy!!" I screamed.

John sighed. "It is not the navy. Now, you are not going to go through boot camp---"

"Hah! So it is boot camp!"

"Well yes, but you will be only attending the school porcine." Explained Chief.

I stayed quiet. Not wanting to pick a fight with my so called 'father'

Everything was quiet, until my mother's cell phone rang.

"Hello?" answered my mother. "Okay, I will be right there. Yes. I am sorry for not coming. Okay. I'll do my best. I'll see you there Kreg."

"Daddy called?" I asked surprised.

"Yes. We have to go to the court. They need a back-up lawyer and apparently I'm the only one who can substitute." Complained my mother.

"We can head out today, Courtney, pack your bags." Explained Chief. I grinded my teeth.

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(Duncan's POV, Court house.)

"Duncan, this is the 17th time I saw you. What do you have to say for your self?" said Judge Kreg.

"No worries Kreg-o, I'll take my famous seat." I said playfully sitting in the cold wooden chair.

The police that stood next to the Judge was glaring at me and whispering to Judge Kreg. It was then that the jury started coming.

"Duncan, you're lawyer will be substituted with Miss Ambers." Said the judge.

Just then a tall middle aged lady came in. "That's Mrs. Brookefield." Said the lady.

A young mocha haired tan girl came in after her, she took a seat in the back where I couldn't see her. Dammit and she was hot too.

"Hello, my name is Mrs. Brookefield I'll be your lawyer this evening." Whispered mrs. Brooke blah blah, she looked just like that hot chick.

"Whatever." I grunted as the cop told us to stand, then sit. I mean why stand when you're gonna sit anyways.

"Duncan Calton. Tell me. What happened." Asked Juge Kreg-o.

"Nothin' special." I asked stubbornly as Mrs. Brookefield nudged me.

Judge Kreg snarled and asked the Juvie Hall head weirdos.

"You're honor, I can assure you that this young man has been in enough trouble."

Judge Kreg hesitate then spoke. "Very well, Duncan your very special."

I smirked. "Why is that your honor."

Judge Kreg smirked back.. "You're the one who has jury duty the fastest. I hear by sense Duncan Calton to military duty at Wawanakwa Military for Young Adults. Case close." He said and with that he banged the wood block.

I heard someone choke in the back. I looked at the mocha haired girl and she yelped out a WHAT.

I smirked.

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